(rated R)
In the second installment, a very killer-hungry Uma Thurman sets out to finish off her final revenge: To Kill Bill (David Carradine). It’s nasty, competitive, blood-soaked violence and nothing short of pure brilliance. How often can one say they waited for the next movie feeling the opposite of anticipation? Never. Or that the second movie is better than the original? Never. Well, until now. While the first installment was exhausting mayhem, this one has a slow moving story with a western ring to it, releasing the right dose of battles and even babies, concluding to an end that brings the story full circle. Carradine is spooky flawless at commanding the screen every time he shows up – like someone a Kung Fu villain invented. Come to think of it, a better version then the Kung Fu T.V. character that invented him. Samuel L. Jackson has a brief role as the piano playing man in the wedding scene and Michael Madsen, the trailer-park trash, Budd, delivers the scene that steals the movie, burying Thurman alive. Daryl Hannah returns as Elle Driver, this time explaining why she wears the eye-patch. But it’s director Tarantino, like Hollywood’s samurai god that delivers his brilliant marriage of visuals to music, his weaving of spaghetti westerns, B movies and martial arts, making this one quite possibly the best movie of the year.
